A Christmas Story...

... in less than thirty seconds and re-enacted by bunnies! Note that this is the "Ralphie and the air rifle" story, not the baby Jesus one.

I like that movie, although it's beginning to be overshown now. But I was born just at the tail end of that kind of Christmas atmosphere, when the emphasis was still on family get-togethers and the world coming to a stop while we did. I have very fond memories of my pre-teen Christmases.

In a way, I feel sorry for so many of the kids today, for whom Christmas is an orgy of gimme-gimme, playing alone, broken families that won't come together, and the world barely slowing down for a morning.